The silence was not complete; there were still voices whispering at the edges of his perception, a chorus of ghosts he could never fully escape as long as he held the Echo Stone, but the screaming had stopped, and he could think again.
Elias gasped as his eyes widened at what he had just accomplished. The Passenger was a presence he could not shake off, and he could only ignore it; he did not have any way to control or suppress it, but now, he may have just found a method to push through its noise.
The Passenger seemed to be growing in strength, and it was no longer just a voice; now it was giving him memories of the dead. Who knew what else it might be able to do as he grew stronger, and the Passenger, who was also leeching off his strength, grew stronger as well.
Commander Yseult had told him that she could not directly tell him the truth, but she could point him towards the right path.
